Footprints

Frothy waves stretch to kiss toes Hikers plodding sandy coasts Leaving imprints on the shore Who journeyed here, perhaps this morn As the orange orb created dawn Summoning sun worshipers Footprints far too large to fill Descended down the shell-strewn hill Then hugged the waves low tide The retirement community Sends scouts here daily just to see If the sands of time still wait Alas, they do, imprints remain Sacrificed to sea again When evening tide returns Their legacies erased each day Another scout, another age Will surely cast its prints anew